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Tongues and Locks

So sad to wound your lover
To see the eyes look down-
As though the heart had dropped
Away, upon the ground

How rare we stop to think it
How limited the tongue; the
Poison half-buried even
Toward the most loved one

I’d put a lock upon it
Swear never more to harm
But tongues and locks will never fit
As well as hearts and arms